Viridescent Crown Novels & Stories

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

This altar in front of him now had a godly, comforting familiarity to it. In a way that felt both piercing and reserved, her green jewel eyes were peering into his soul, framing narrow slits that seemed to peel away his clothes, his skin, and even his flesh, and examine his soul. In her body, small strips of iridescent red ran the length of the green scales, which had a pearly sheen and a predominantly purple shine, with the other colors of the spectrum appearing more muted, giving the woman an overall blue and light tint. The scales glittered in the light. Returning Darwin's gaze upward, he saw a network of green veins running from its eyebrows to its eyes. There were also ridges rising fro

Then came the part that I had been dreading. I hadn't seen the crowd earlier on. It had been laying on a velvet purple pillow, covered by a glass shield. They brought the pillow to me and I looked at the crown. I had never seen an actual one up close. It looked like a tiara, with purple and white gems placed on it. It had arches and beautiful designs on its rose gold structure. My hands shook as I raised it and placed it on my head. Eventually, the mirror was brought and I swear, I gasped.

“—will be for nothing.” Her heart ached at the truth of it. From behind, Isolde Mirean approached, her healer’s robes darkened with soot. She carried not herbs or poultices this time, but the circlet of her mother’s crown, retrieved from the ashes of the throne room. The silver glimmered faintly, a crescent moon etched into its center. “Serenya,” Isolde said softly, offering the crown. “This belongs to you. Always has.”

It was beauty sharp enough to cut. And that wasn’t even taking into account the scales. Where the mermaids surrounding her had scales one set color, this woman’s seemed to combine each one. There were shades of vibrant ruby, followed by emerald, sapphire, and even topaz. As the light shifted, so did their color. A crown of shell—or possibly bone—rose from the dark tresses of her hair, standing in spires that ended in razor sharp points. “Who,” I exhaled. “Is that?”

“I accept. For Iris. For our children. For every wolf who deserves peace.” The gathered wolves raised their heads as one and howled, a sound that resonated deep into the forest and up to the fractured moon. Power rippled through the clearing. The twin wolves on Iris and Aiden’s wrists flared, golden and black vines intertwining, their glow so intense that the air seemed to hum with divine energy. Scene 1: The Crowning of Aiden A ceremonial crown of intertwined silver and obsidian was brought forth, its design a tribute to light and darkness entwined. Selene carefully placed it on Aiden’s brow, and as it settled, the glow from the twin wolves shot upward in a beam of radiance.

The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides. Dark red heavy shoes with a sharp point in the front land out of the gate on the ground. A light brown surcoat over a golden and white tunic sways out with a tall and wide man. The golden crown shines brightly on his head. Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes.

I should have destroyed that instead of returning it. I need this to end. To stop. Revenge on my family is the last thing I will do. But, looking at the crown in my hands, I wonder if there’s another secret behind it. “Brother?” I said. “What happened, Rose?” my brother asked as he looked at me over his shoulder. “I was wondering, did father mention anything strange about this crown. You know something peculiar to it?” I asked. “Hmm, now that you mentioned it. I know it was to be bestowed to your mate by you. The crown, no wrong, the red rubies on it are the ones who hold power,” my brother explained as he looked lost in thought.

She didn't expect that the crown prince would be like a cute puppy, his eyes sparkling. "It's up to you if you trust me your highness, but friends should trust each other because that's what friendship is." The crown prince was really surprised when he saw her inside this greenhouse, he didn't expect that someone would discover and get interested in this room. This is his first time meeting someone that treats him equally as her, if someone will treat him like this he would probably head that person but the woman besides him? He thinks he can't do that, the way she treated him is like she knows that he's also a human that bears pains and should be treated right. He can't feel being disrespec

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.